"Old ancestor, where are people?"

Feng Jiuyou picked up the Shiqing magazine at hand and flipped it gently. His expression was comparable to watching Jin Pingmei at night.

His expression was serious, but he was always a little bit obscene.

"What's the urge to do? I've talked about the secular world, sects, and the Valhalla. I want to hear what you planned?"

Su Mu was stunned and his brows frowned tightly.

I'm just a person with no plans.

I like to go wherever I go.

The plan has not changed quickly, and it’s all that much.

I don't want such a perverted place.

Think about it, 50 billion people were all crowded on Ark One, what kind of scene would it be?

The earth has only a population of 10 billion.

Obviously, this is completely different from what Su Mu imagined.

He thought that the Temple of Valhalla was at most a broken escape spaceship, and it was a little bigger, and it would be as big as millions of people.

That's fine, it's all five billion at once.

Looking at Su Mu's frowning look, Feng Jiuyou smiled and said lightly:

"Give more babies, sooner or later, that's your foundation."

Su Mu looked at Feng Jiuyou and always felt that there was something indescribable in the old guy's eyes.

Dongyang is your basic foundation.

Others, all to die.

I just want to lie flat.

"You want to build a Xuanhuang Piao number semicolon in Dongyang."
Chapter completed!